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That moment was so perfect
I wish it never had to end.
That moment we realised what we felt for each other
When I knew you were more than a friend.
That moment everything stopped and I was hypnotised
I didn’t notice anyone, or anything
Except your deep, brown eyes.
That moment when my heart pounded fast
Oh so very fast. I could not forget that look on your face
There was no logic in my mind, just the smile you gave
But how can a moment so amazing, be so dangerous.
As we are both committed to another
And cannot be with each other.
I tried to forget that moment, that perfect moment
But I could not.
Then one day I felt a breath behind me,
I turned and then you kissed me.
That moment so amazing, that kiss so beautiful,
This feeling so magical, this love so perfect.
An innocent friendship, to a disastrous affair.
Wonderful moments, but we’re being unfair,
We risk too many people being hurt
But losing you, or them hurt
Which is worse?
Last edited by Angel17 on Thu Jan 26, 2006 10:42 am, edited 1 time in total.
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...wow, that was very profound. People write at there best when they put their heart into it, looks like you got it down to a science.
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That moment was so perfect that day,

Using THAT two times was kind of... weird.

Other than that I can't find anything more weird, although love within itself is weird and can be defined in many ways by a very strange array of people. Good job. I have to aggree with Dynamo, poetry = science just as well as people + skills = successful people.




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Its GOOD!Probably because you have put your all feelings in it. :)



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights